Clock Strikes Lyrics by Timbaland & Magoo

Clock Strikes Lyrics

    [magoo]
    See, them other crews could not figure me
    It's the mag and double-ooh, got that fat cd
    Buck a crystal, hit a nigga with my blunt philly
    Fake mc's getting assed like they eatin chili
    Only way they seem to rap is if they got a philly
    Maybe i'm nicole brown, cause you really kill me
    Got away with hittin me, but you ain't o.j.
    I'm bout to shake up the world like cassius clay
    When i bumble watch your back cause i sting like bee
    This ain't the wild wild west and you ain't kool moe dee
    Watch a movie now you think that you really joe pesci
    You don't want beef with me, like a diaper i'm messy

    [timbaland]
    I'm that laid back brother they call timbaland
    I drive a 850 sometimes a 3-2 mazda van
    You can catch me standin in my b-boy stance
    Or catch me at home watchin who's the man?
    They call robber, cause i pack much heat
    Don't call me now, because they dig the way i speaks
    I'm like a genie, because i've been trapped in a bottle
    I've got more stunts, than that nigga desperado
    Come follow, a mad brother where'll there be no sun
    No sun tomorrow, you be sayin, when can we meet? uhh uhh
    My offices hours are nine to five
    Ain't that right maganoo, maganoo? right... right

    Chorus: magoo

    When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah
    They'll be dancin, through the night
    Da-da-da, da, da (hey!)
    Da-da-da, da, da (ahh!)
    Da-da-da, da, da (hey!)
    Da da daahhhhhh! (ahh!)
    (repeat with hey's and ahh's added in regularly throughout)

    [timbaland]
    Now gimme that...
    And run with the... (ahh)
    Party people are you ready for tim and maganoo
    As we come, rum & coke, won't you kick a verse too

    [magoo]
    Yo i'm bout to get it started like i'm hammer then i farted
    You retarded if you thinkin brandy really broken hearted
    I departed doin dirt, lookin up your girl's skirt
    Keep it steve martin style, bustin loose like jerk
    I get up like -town, gimme don't say no more
    Got them scars on my face cause my health be poor
    You milli vanilli, i'm kurtis blow like eighty-fo'
    No i don't want your girl she be suckin my big toe
    You get death like row, i take a beanie then i jet
    Peace to tupac, cause he was dope as it get
    Twisted but you ain't keith sweat and shit got hot
    Make a block then make a circle then i rock that spot
    The rappin don, i make a dyke go straight
    If you think i'm cute, then you up too late
    Make no mistake, i'm a question with no answer
    Riddle me like the joker get burnt like jojo dancer

    Chorus 2x

    (hey's and ahh's continue for a bit without magoo)

    Chorus 1/2

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